Under the pathfinding of the three masters, a rough, empty road about four to five meters wide extended all the way in the direction behind Glenn. Lin Yu and the others' figures quickly disappeared from sight.
Hermione supported Glenn while transferring her magical power to him for his use. Glenn further increased the release of the Obscurus.
His face, which hadn't been particularly rosy to begin with, had now completely lost all color. Hermione could clearly feel that Glenn's body had begun to tremble slightly.
Blood vessels crept across his sclera, the whites of his eyes stained with a red tinge from the blood that had flowed earlier. Honestly, after Glenn had experienced that unknown entity's mental attack and only rested briefly before immediately throwing himself into fully unleashing the Obscurus within his body, the fact that he could still maintain consciousness and stay alert was already a miracle.
Not to mention that the suction force from the blood giant absorbing surrounding magical power was becoming stronger as its own abilities were continuously enhanced. To ensure that his Obscurus's devouring power could maintain a delicate balance with it, Glenn needed to constantly increase the Obscurus's output.
"The opponent's magical power absorption speed is increasing faster than expected..."
"But I should still be able to hold on for fifty-three more seconds."
The accumulated power within his body was continuously released, his energy constantly consumed, but Glenn's mind became somewhat clearer. Just like now, he still had the capacity to think and calculate how long he could maintain this situation.
Normally, the Obscurus that naturally formed within his body with no suitable outlet piled up like mountains. Glenn needed to dedicate part of his mental energy to resist the negative emotions contained within it that affected his psyche. He treated this portion as his "burden" in daily life and training.
Glenn was inherently ambitious, and his level of effort absolutely didn't fall short of Hermione's.
Their approaches to effort differed slightly. The girl tended to continuously acquire new knowledge from the outside world to enrich herself, while Glenn preferred to constantly strengthen himself, honing the abilities he had already mastered to perfection.
This could be seen from his daily maintenance of concealment charms, daily training, and his suppression of the Obscurus within himself.
Through such methods, combined with his naturally resilient mental will, Glenn's capacity for endurance was formidable.
At this moment, releasing large amounts of the long-accumulated Obscurus was more like unloading the burden that had piled up on Glenn, giving him a sensation of both physical and mental lightness.
That said, the magical power, physical strength, and mental energy that Glenn consumed in the process of releasing the Obscurus were not negligible, which resulted in Glenn currently being in a contradictory state of both exhaustion and exhilaration.
If one were to describe such a feeling...
It would probably be like the sensation people experience after a full-body exhausting workout, or after climbing to a mountaintop with all their might and seeing the sunrise.
Glenn was certain that after experiencing this event, his strength would inevitably improve by a large step.
Looking at it this way, rather than saying Glenn was someone passionate about killing, it would be more accurate to say he was someone passionate about continuously improving his strength through danger. Even Glenn himself probably hadn't figured this out, had he?
When people engage in difficult tasks, they often feel that time's passage has been greatly slowed, and they find the process quite painful and unbearable. But Glenn was different—he was passionate about savoring these various sensations that were stretched and amplified in his self-perception during such situations.
His heart continuously pounded, frantically pumping blood to supply the functioning of his entire body; blood circulation cycled again and again, supplying cells with nutrients and oxygen while carrying away waste; muscles continuously tensed, then tore, layer upon layer breaking apart, then continuously healing, cycling endlessly.
Magical power surged within his body, secreted by his soul, skipping the storage process and being directly transported to his left hand to become fuel; the Obscurus filling his body transformed into black-red substance, shuttling through his limbs and bones, flowing throughout his flesh, tributaries converging into rivers, using his left hand as the origin point, combining with magical power to explode outward and spread through the space ahead.
Such sensations made Glenn truly feel the fact that he was still alive.
Even though in Glenn's perception, the concept of time was continuously stretched, and everything around him seemed stuck in mud, sluggish and unable to advance, from the outside world's perspective, time was still normal.
In the blink of an eye, the precious little time Glenn had left to resist the blood giant's suction was running out.
After the ten-second countdown, Glenn would pour out all the magical power and Obscurus within his body.
At that time, the blood giant would, under the control of that unknown entity, devour all the magical power in this secret realm like a whale swallowing, then burst it all out in some unknown manner.
At that moment, all creatures in the entire secret realm would have a vacuum period during which they couldn't use magical power.
So, how would Glenn and Hermione, the two people currently closest to the blood giant, escape with their lives?
The answer was through a transportation method that could move quickly without using magical power.
"Thud!"
The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground rang out. While he still hadn't completely exhausted all his magical power, Glenn retrieved a heavy object from his black ring, making it reappear in this world.
A matte black surface, a streamlined body with no superfluous parts, a structure extensively modified and reinforced through alchemy, top-tier internal components that surpassed the era—this was a modified motorcycle that shared its creator's style and resembled a mechanical beast, a mad creation that Glenn had made but hadn't yet had the chance to ride.
Glenn, in his previous life, had been someone who rode illegally modified motorcycles to carry out missions.
The knowledge about various machinery learned in his previous life, the experience of modifying countless mechanical creations, combined with the alchemical skills he had continuously honed to climb toward the peak in this life, and under Glenn's own preference for motorcycles as a means of transportation, Glenn had, in addition to forging various weapons, also devoted considerable energy and materials to creating this alchemical armed motorcycle that probably wouldn't appear in this world for nearly a hundred years.
Glenn was always someone who prepared thoroughly. Being someone accustomed to operating in magic-free environments, he had long anticipated how to achieve high mobility and high-speed movement in such situations.
This was his answer.
This was also his solution to this crisis.
"Hermione, it's about time. Help me onto the motorcycle."
Glenn's current physical condition could only support partial muscle function and everything above his neck to operate normally. To mount the motorcycle, he still needed Hermione's help.
Without a word, the girl gave him a princess carry, lifting Glenn onto the motorcycle. Then she mounted the bike herself, securing herself tightly, securing Glenn as well, and wrapping her arms tightly around Glenn's waist to prevent him from shifting position on the seat.
"Countdown three seconds."
Two seconds.
One second.
The countdown in his mind ended. Glenn released the last trace of magical power and Obscurus through his left hand in a complete burst.
Using this violent thrust, his only movable right hand twisted the throttle.
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